Life, in all its beauty and chaos, is much like the sea—vast, unpredictable, and filled with moments of calm and turbulence. Each of us is a vessel navigating its depths—some sleek and steady, some fragile yet determined, each carrying its own story of survival. What defines our journey is not the kind of boat we sail, but the courage, wisdom, and preparedness with which we face the inevitable storms.
All lives are like vessels on the vast sea of existence —
yachts, dinghies, motorboats, houseboats,
steamboats, container ships, liners —
each distinct in form and purpose.
Some are propelled gently by sails,
some cruise on the hum of engines,
and some dash forward in roaring bursts of power.
Each vessel leaves the shore
from different docks and harbours —
born of wood, steel, aluminium, or fibreglass —
each crafted in its own way.
But once afloat, the journey is shaped
by inner strength, the moods of the sea,
the navigator’s skill,
and the helping hands — or silences — along the way.
The stronger vessels face their storms
with calm composure.
Those of lesser strength sway and struggle,
rocking through waves until balance returns.
But the weakest ones drift in confusion,
their hulls and masts in disarray,
unsure of direction or destination,
waiting endlessly for a rescue that never arrives.
For that is the sea of life —
uncertain, unpredictable,
a mix of sweet and bitter, light and shadow,
highs and lows, ebbs and flows.
The grand liners may survive every storm,
but the small dinghies too can endure—
if only they learn to repair, rebuild,
and ready themselves for the cyclones to come.
No matter your size or strength,
remember this truth—
your safety is your responsibility.
You enter this world alone,
and you leave it the same way.
So to survive the tempests in between,
carry your life jacket —
the strength of self-belief, resilience, and clarity —
before waiting for others to save you.
Because in the end,
those who know how to swim within
are the ones who make it to shore.
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